The lone wolf

I am alone yet happy
Some can wonder that I am hiding again
They fail to realize that I will never be like them

What they like
I find so very dull
They believe with such certainty,

I’m dying to get away
But it is obvious they want me close
How awkwardly profound,

They hate me
And they willingly want me around
So I ask,

Who is letting the pain of yesterday?
Get to them
A pack of rabid wolves,

Falling apart to a merry lone wolf
If you put one with one together
For three years they found me intriguing

And believe that I would break sooner than later
How odd winning their war,
One that I did not know existed

They fail to understand
For three years they annoyed me,
They probably forgot

I am still the same person
And they will never get
What they desire

As long as there is passion
There will be fire

Only destiny knows when that will expire